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Exploring by moonlight and through mindsets, a young man finds himself riding to mysterious reaches of lands he travels. With mischievous coyotes and stranger folk as boxcar companions riding by the wind's edge, it becomes less clear where this train bound for.
This is the story of me and how I found my True Love.
A laid back poet's journey through Arizona.
During our self- described “trip of a lifetime,” from January 17, 2001 to April 20, 2001, we drove from Woodstock, down the east coast to Key West, Florida, then north again and west through the Florida panhandle, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and Nevada, visited our friends (the ones that started this whole thing) in California and then returned east on a different route home. We stayed overnight in parking lots, trailer parks or homes of friends and relatives, and for as long as a week at a time in RV resorts, motels and time-shares. We were blessed to be able to gaze at, explore and visit many beautiful places, but we were especially stunned by the spectacular sunsets we witnessed. In tribute to those sunsets, I have named this book, “Driving Towards the Sunset.”
When tabloids are the best source of what the FBI are up to, then you know you are in trouble--especially when you actually are from another world.
Exploring by moonlight and through mindsets, a young man finds himself riding to mysterious reaches of lands he travels. With mischievous coyotes and stranger folk as boxcar companions riding by the wind's edge, it becomes less clear where this train bound for.
This is the story of me and how I found my True Love.
A laid back poet's journey through Arizona.
During our self- described “trip of a lifetime,” from January 17, 2001 to April 20, 2001, we drove from Woodstock, down the east coast to Key West, Florida, then north again and west through the Florida panhandle, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and Nevada, visited our friends (the ones that started this whole thing) in California and then returned east on a different route home. We stayed overnight in parking lots, trailer parks or homes of friends and relatives, and for as long as a week at a time in RV resorts, motels and time-shares. We were blessed to be able to gaze at, explore and visit many beautiful places, but we were especially stunned by the spectacular sunsets we witnessed. In tribute to those sunsets, I have named this book, “Driving Towards the Sunset.”
When tabloids are the best source of what the FBI are up to, then you know you are in trouble--especially when you actually are from another world.